Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

It was not a single cannon shot, but a continuous and terrifying roar formed by hundreds of explosions!

The eighteen launch vehicles were shaking violently, and blazing flames were gushing out from each launch tube, illuminating the surrounding woods like daylight!

The rockets are fired through a directional tube with spiral rifling. The tail fins are deployed by centrifugal force after leaving the tube. Hundreds of rockets drag dazzling tail flames, like a violent metal torrent, rushing into the sky at a nearly vertical angle, instantly covering the entire sky!

The shrieks they emitted merged into a heart-wrenching, suffocating noise, as if the sky itself was being torn apart by countless invisible plows!

This nightmarish scene not only stunned Zhang Ashui and his comrades on the distant beach, but also made the Japanese officers and soldiers who had just lowered the landing craft on the sea and were about to launch the first wave of attack fall into a momentary daze and unprecedented fear.

However, the fear has just begun.

Seconds later, the death rain began.

The first wave of rockets, carrying destructive kinetic energy, slammed into the designated area like a precisely calculated scythe of death, the sea area with the densest concentration of Japanese landing craft and the beach waters where they were preparing to rush ashore.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Indescribable explosions occurred! The entire sea surface seemed to be smashed into pieces by an invisible giant hand and thrown into the furnace!

Huge fireballs shot up into the air one after another, instantly forming a burning coastline! The violent shock waves set off terrifying waves and water columns on the sea.

The high-speed flying prefabricated fragments and hot metal jets were like the scythe of the god of death, sweeping across the entire area at supersonic speed!

The destruction was total and catastrophic.

The landing craft packed with Japanese soldiers appeared extremely vulnerable under such intensive and saturation attacks.

The wooden boat was torn into pieces, and huge holes were blown in the metal hull, and it even broke and disintegrated.

The moment the rocket hit directly, the entire boat and the dozens of soldiers on it instantly vaporized and disappeared, leaving only a brief vortex and spreading oil stains on the sea.

Those who were slightly off were also covered by the dense rain of bullets and terrifying shrapnel.

Soldiers were torn to pieces, blown away, and swallowed by the scorching sea. Blood instantly dyed a large area of ​​the sea red, and broken limbs and shattered equipment flew everywhere.

The first batch of Japanese troops deployed to land, more than two battalions, along with the dozens of large and small landing craft they were on, were almost wiped out by the firepower coverage from another era in just a few tens of seconds!

It wasn't a crushing defeat, nor a severe blow, but near-complete... annihilation!

Thousands of Japanese soldiers, many of whom had not even seen the coastline clearly or had time to fire a single bullet, were reduced to charred fragments along with their weapons and landing craft under this sudden, incomprehensible, and horrific attack that was like a punishment from heaven.

The boiling sea water and the strong smell of blood and gunpowder filled the air.

On the sea, the originally dense landing fleet seemed to have been wiped out by a giant hand, leaving only burning wreckage, floating corpses and a mess.

In the Hengjingwo forest, the thick smoke and dust produced by the rocket launch have not yet dissipated.

Makarov looked at the heat signals on the screen that represented the disappearance of large numbers of enemy landing troops, and a crazy smile that was almost intoxicated appeared on his face.

"Perfect! Truly... beautiful fireworks!" He opened his arms, as if to embrace the devastation he had created. "Welcome to 1937, gentlemen. Welcome to... the gates of hell."

This unprecedented and terrifying firepower coverage not only caused the most devastating and bizarre instant losses to the Japanese army since the war began, but also completely disrupted the rhythm of the Tenth Army's landing plan, and bought the 300 desperate Chinese defenders in the rear more precious time filled with blood and fire than in history.

But this little help also came at a price. The smoke from the rocket launch finally exposed the mixed woods.

In the mixed woods, Makarov received real-time images transmitted back by drones and front-line observers.

His missile attacks achieved remarkable results, sinking or damaging more than a dozen Japanese ships and killing or wounding an estimated thousand Japanese soldiers.

The firepower coverage of the rocket launcher interrupted the Japanese army's offensive rhythm, inflicted countless casualties on the enemy, and provided a brief respite for the defenders.

But he also knew that this cross-temporal and spatial firepower alone could not fundamentally reverse the situation of the war.

Huge Japanese troops are continuously landing.

"Boss, the Japanese have discovered us and their fighter planes are coming." The subordinate reported.

Makarov nodded: "The preliminary mission is almost completed. Daytime is not our home ground, night is our world.

Pack up and prepare to evacuate.

Activate the self-destruct sequence and dispose of these launch pads and the remaining toys, so as not to leave too obvious traces of this era."

"What about the six 'hunting' teams?"

"Let them play for a while, create some trouble for the Japanese vanguard, and then evacuate to the designated assembly point on their own." Makarov said, taking a last look at the Jinshanwei on the screen where flames were raging, then turned and walked towards the special vehicle hidden in the forest.

"Goodbye, it was really...an interesting experience." His laughter echoed in the forest, filled with madness and indifference that was incompatible with the tragedy of this land.

More than ten minutes later, when the Japanese fighter planes arrived over the mixed woods.

boom. . . .

A huge ball of fire rose into the sky, and the entire forest was engulfed in flames.

. . . . . . . . . .

"Yoshi!!" Yanagawa Heisuke sheathed his command sword, and his originally flustered expression became calm again, but his hands were still shaking uncontrollably.

But he said in a nonchalant tone: "Foolish Chinese, they concentrated their artillery in a small forest and thought they could hide from my eyes. It's ridiculous."

As if to cheer himself up, Yanagawa Heisuke waved his arms vigorously, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

"General, although our losses were heavy, our brave aviation warriors destroyed the Chinese artillery positions. From now on, nothing can stop us!"

The staff officer echoed this, the shock from the rocket artillery coverage still on his face. He didn't think it was just an ordinary bombardment because the firepower was so dense.

But he couldn't express his doubts at this time, otherwise he might be killed by Yanagawa Heisuke on the grounds of shaking the morale of the army.

We can only treat all this with a self-deceptive attitude, just like Heisuke Yanagawa.

"Yoshi! Inform the troops, the Chinese have run out of artillery, attack! Attack!!!"